The Room Nobody Lives In - John Sebastian

The room nobody lives in

Is up the stairs and four doors down the hall

And no one ever goes there

Except for linens when the family comes to call

The room nobody lives in

Is always empty but immaculately clean

And all is softly silent

Except for buzzings of the flies between the screens

But there’s a feeling even breathing in the air

Like there’s someone, when there’s no one even there

And I’m hearing the cheers for the heroes

Of scenes going down in this room for so many years

But now nobody goes there

For forty years or so this room has been alone

And starving for a moment

Completely human and completely all her own

The room nobody lives in is up the stairs

And four doors down the hall